Mousetrap
Once upon a time
in the beautiful surroundings
people lived happily.
No fences, trees
laden with fruits,
birds and butterflies
sing together,
river flows to that tune.
Sun also very calm
Moon in her turbulence.
Lions and Tigers
visited to human problems.
What a lovely harmonious stone age?
Barbarous modern man changed.
He has forgotten the Ape and started barbecue.
to my daughter Thilini Eranga's B'day (Jan.15)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Ramp!
When i was young
It seemed that life was wonderful
A miracle
Oh it was beautiful
Magical
All the birds in the trees
They could sing so happily
So joyfully
Oh playfully watching me
Good mourning!
Yeaaaaah!
One, two... one, two, three, four!
Pump it up!
Aaaah!
Rmb no remmy no skippy no fate yeah
Wind me jam for the microphone and busy with the dj
Jungless in the place
Jungless on the case
Scooter are you ratty?
When i was young
It seemed that life was wonderful
A miracle
Oh it was beautiful
Magical
All the birds in the trees
They could sing so happily
So joyfully
Oh playfully watching me
Yeah!
When i was young
It seemed that life was wonderful
A miracle
Oh it was beautiful
Magical
All the birds in the trees
They could sing so happily
So joyfully
Oh playfully watching me
Come on!
Love, peace and unity
Cyberia the place to be
The k the l the f and ideology
Halleluja!
One, two... one, two, three, yeah!
Rough!
Aaaah!
Here we go!
When i was young
It seemed that life was wonderful
A miracle
Oh it was beautiful
Magical
All the birds in the trees
They could sing so happily
So joyfully
Oh playfully watching me
Stand up!
Once again!
We're getting triggy!
Cyberiaaaaa!
Yeah!
Goodbye!
song performed by by Scooter
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Logical Song
When I was young
it seemed that life was so wonderful
a miracle
Oh it was beautiful
Magical
And all the birds in the trees
they made me sing so happily
so joyfully
Oh playfully watching me
Good morning
Yeaaaaah
One two one two three four
Pump it up
Aaaah
RMB no remmy no skippy no fate yeah
Wind me jam for the microphone and busy with the DJ
Jungless in the place
Jungless on the case
Scooter are you ready
When I was young
it seemed that life was so wonderful
a miracle
Oh it was beautiful
Magical
And all the birds in the trees
they made me sing so happily
so joyfully
Oh playfully watching me
Yeah
When I was young
it seemed that life was so wonderful
a miracle
Oh it was beautiful
Magical
And all the birds in the trees
they made me sing so happily
so joyfully
Oh playfully watching me
Come on
Love
song performed by by Scooter from Encore (Live & Direct)
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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When Eden faded away into memory
When Eden faded away into memory,
the big beautiful trees,
the lovely grass
and pets all
came to a end.
Adam cast his eyes
up to the blue sky
and rain lashed down
and lightning roared.
He swam through a river
and suddenly piranhas nibbled at him.
lions, tigers and wolves
appeared as if out of nowhere
and roared and howled
and attacked scratching and biting.
Poisonous snakes
crawled hissing from rocks
and plants and grass.
Yet, Eve was just as lovely
as the first time,
that he laid eyes on her.
At times she cried
and sometimes she sang
and he went to discover,
what a wonderful place
the world was with her on his side.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Beautiful nature in the forest
Our beatiful nature
as it is full of leisure
it keeps us suuplied with food
and gives us too shelter which is good
our beautiful nature
in the forest the trees swing
while the birds sing
the grass dance at the birds tune
as their moisture will run away so soon
our beautiful nature
as you step inside the forest
i set my foot on the ground to rest
as the forest skin holds my feet
the dew rans way and the grass take a sit
our beautiful nature
i pick out a fruit from a tree
since they are provided for free
i dont even need to bend on to one knee
i relax inside with calm
since the forest has also a natural charm
which will protect me
from any living predators
lastly i came out happily
as i was fed so quickly
which makes me to be taking care of nature
so lets all take care of nature
poem by Tanaka Chirombo
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The Rill From The Foot Of The Mountain
The rill from the foot of the mountain that joins the river to the sea
It has babbled on downhill forever by hedgerows in the high
Country
It has witnessed the birth and death of millions of Seasons even before the first Human was born
In the upland wood where it flows through the birds sing at dawn of the morn.
The rill it is truly immortal something that will live forever more
Forever 'twill flow to the river that flows to the great ocean shore
To it there is not a time limit it is as old as father time
It has inspired the long dead poets to glorify it in their rhyme.
The rill from the foot of the mountain towards the river ripples along
And sometimes above it's quiet babble the dippers can be heard in song
The dark brown white breasted waterbirds of Human kind they do seem shy
By the water-way they were born and in the water-way they will die.
The rill from the foot of the mountain downhill to the big river flow
The ancestors of the upland farmers who lived by it centuries ago
In the old Village graveyard it flows by with the long departed they lay
As on for to join the big river it babbles on it's downhill way.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Mysterious Mahanadi Vavroovahana Patra
Mother Mahanadi is beautiful;
All creatures on the river are delightful.
Flows from time immemorial on Earth;
Birds fly on the river with mirth.
On the river bank my village looks beautiful;
People of Brah manakhanda are delightful.
My village brothers are innocent;
In them plays waves of merriment.
I have played on my sweet loving river;
Penned many poems with pleasure.
Mother’s affection attracts me gaily;
Derive peace affectionatinely.
My mother looks beautiful;
All people are delightful.
All companions are gleeful;
All creatures are peaceful.
Mother’s blessings showers on all villages daily;
All people enchant gaily.
The cosy sandy bed is peaceful;
All comrades are delightful;
All companions sing songs gaily;
All comrades pray god gaudily.
The beauty of the river is ever lasting;
People on the river are enchanting.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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He strums his old Guitar
The humble river flows quietly in a starry night
And he makes a sad tune sitting on the river bank.
From afar an owl hoots
While the Moon floats on the ripples.
He cries to the Moon; 'Please do not get drowned as I'll make you a song to rest on my side.'
'I am really fed up of those old songs the Sun too used to sing at all.'
Haughty Moon whispers in a friendly manner.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Beautiful River
And he showed me a pure River of Water of Life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the Throne of God and of the Lamb." -- Rev. xxii. 1
Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?
CHORUS.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will walk and worship ever,
All the happy, golden day.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
On the bosom of the river,
Where the Saviour-king we own,
We shall meet, and sorrow never
'Neath the glory of the throne. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
At the smiling of the river,
Rippling with the Saviour's face,
Saints, whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
Soon we'll reach the shining river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease,
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
poem by Robert Wadsworth Lowry
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If there's a country without a boasting Government?
Lovely,
As we all are friends!
And no politicians and henchmen?
Elephants, Lions, Tigers and Snakes
Chimpanzees, Insects and Human beings etc.,
All live in the safe jungle as one family?
And vegetarians all eat only grass!
No restrictions, Embargoes, currencies and taboos
Religion is strictly prohibited
So no more cruel Wars?
No barriers, barbed-wire fences and law enforcement?
No unnecessary taxes and prostitution
As all are in nude?
In this strange country
People never dies?
for shakespeares waste bin in gratitude!
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Kiss Everything
Kiss for God..
Kiss to the world.
Kiss for empty space.
Kiss for the planets.
Kiss for the stars.
Kiss to the sun.
Kiss to the moon.
Kiss to the sky.
Kiss for fruits.
Kiss to the clouds.
Kiss to the mountain.
Kiss to the grounds.
Kiss to the lakes.
Kiss to the warm dew.
Kiss for trees.
Kiss to the rivers.
Kiss to the fields.
Kiss kiss for flowers.
Kiss grasslands.
Kiss the contains of the world to give peaces.
Kiss for dogs.
Kiss for cats.
Kiss for mouses.
Kiss for crocodiles.
Kiss for fish.
Kiss for turtles.
Kiss for penguins.
Kiss for snakes.
Kiss for bears.
Kiss for tigers.
Kiss for lions.
Kiss for rhinoceros.
Kiss for butterflies.
Kiss for rabbits.
kiss them and give them life.
Not enough only the kiss to say how amazing my nature.
Love them couse them was our life.
If there's a bourgeoisie country without a boasting Government?
Lovely,
As we all are friends!
And no politicians and henchmen?
Elephants, Lions, Tigers and Snakes
Chimpanzees, Insects and Human beings etc.,
All live in the safe jungle as one family?
And vegetarians all eat only grass!
No restrictions, Embargoes, currencies and taboos
Religion is strictly prohibited
So no more cruel Wars?
No barriers, barbed-wire fences and law enforcement?
No unnecessary taxes and prostitution
As all are in nude?
In this strange country
People never dies?
for shakespeares waste bin & Karl Marx in gratitude!
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Poem in praise of menstruation
if there is a river
more beautiful than this
bright as the blood
red edge of the moon if
there is a river
more faithful than this
returning each month
to the same delta if there
is a river
braver than this
coming and coming in a surge
of passion, of pain if there is
a river
more ancient than this
daughter of eve
mother of cain and of abel if there is in
the universe such a river if
there is some where water
more powerful than this wild
water
pray that it flows also
through animals
beautiful and faithful and ancient
and female and brave
poem by Lucille Clifton
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Maybe
The beautiful stars
That once had shone,
Were not here now
They were just gone.
The full moon that
I once cherished,
Has turned gloomy
With the grace vanished.
There are no birds
To come and sing,
To flap there wings.
And here I am
Unable to see your smile,
Knowing you’re away
A thousand miles.
But
I’m still here
Amn’t I?
And in your distant life
I just can’t pry.
And who knows
Maybe tomorrow,
I might see
No more sorrow.
Maybe the stars
Will be shining,
The gloomy moon
Might be brightening.
The birds might sing
So happily,
And maybe
Just maybe
You will come back to me.
poem by Aida Erkihun
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A beautiful home
It is my beautiful home
All friends visit and we welcome
We have lived here from the beginning
We have some sense of belonging
All the homes may have same set up
Some sort of attachment is built up
It is not confined to four walls alone
To own a home means half battle is won
You may have all sweet memories
It is possible that you have lived with miseries
You have little some satisfaction or solace
It may be tiny but still not less than a palace
It is lovely and beautiful home
You may have lovely feeling from
Windows and surroundings always offer
You feel some sort of satisfaction and never suffer
It is up to us how we make it or spoil
Maintain calm and cool and never to boil
Peace and happiness must always precede all
We should love to strive and make good call
Hell and heaven all can be made here
You don’t have to search it anywhere
It starts from your lovely heart
Home provides you good impetus to look smart
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Where The River Flows
Music : rudolf schenker
Lyrics: klaus meine
Under suburban skies
Where life is bleeding
Where concrete skies are grey
Theres plenty of room for dreaming
I still keep coming here
Follow those traces
I travel back in time
Remember all those places
Feels like I never left
The houses still standing
Down by the river where
The dreams are never ending
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
Under the silent moon
This industrial city
Is heartland even though
Lifes been not that pretty
I still keep coming here
To that old river
To find my roots just where
The future lives forever
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me, you can find me
By the river where dreams will never die
By the river under suburban skies
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
By the river where dreams have never died
By the river I look through childrens eyes
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
Where the river flows
Where the river flows
Where the river flows
song performed by by Scorpions
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Lonely Woman
she sings her songs
in the desert
time and again
those that hear her
under the moon
remember oasis
bridges and rivers
and seagulls and
date palms
wild birds in the safari
tigers and lions
with cubs
and forests never
before imagines
such a sad woman
wanting to free her people
from the loneliness
of the dunes
the cruelty of the sun at
noon
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Is there any specific name the tree that drops something like tears?
Hey! Young twitter bird smells like cinnamon
You're very talkative like your beautiful Mom!
Still remember the bygone days how she danced?
You ask where are the fruits
A good question exactly.
There were times really I was laden with juicy fruits
O the migrant birds trespssed from different countries.
I had golden leaves like paper notes
All gone with the short-sighted wind!
I am just a hollow, skeleton tree like a retired politician!
You only hear my wordless singsong
And see the termites dance happily on the bark.
Not necessary an Axe!
Just give a mild push
And I give you a bagful of firewood!
nimal dunuhinga
* 'Thank you for reading my poems;
May you find a stream within yourself,
where a child sits weaving melodies,
to sing to your soul.....
-Paddy Martin
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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River Feeling
River feeling is
As simple as
Closing your eyes
For a moment.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
As smooth as
Everything after
The first step.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
easy as forgetting
Walking boots.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
nice as
iron ties
Coming off.
Everything flows like river
Everything flows like river
Everything flows like river
Everything is good and flows
like river
poem by Julian Mann
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Let's sing together one fragrant song!
When a Man cries in pain
Please do not ignore him
And if you laugh louder
Just watch outside
As someone may laments
in a corner?
We're Kings and Queens
Mothers and Fathers
Brothers and Sisters
Friends and not Enemies.
World is a one Yard!
And please do not make barbed wire fences.
Heart is the Religion of Human beings
And when it's pierced so painful!
Let sing together hand-in-hand
And we must marry each other for good
Ridiculous embargoes and taboos the old kites
Must send to the transparent tattered sky.
There're only two nations in the precarious World
A Man and a Woman?
Humanity is the Religion!
In the human sensitive veins
Vermilion blood river flows?
We purposely make this paradise Earth a living Hell!
Instead of rage bullets
Fix the harmonious strings into your precious metallic guns
And sing together in high pitch.
We're Mothers and Fathers
Brothers and Sisters
Kings and Queens
Friends but not enemies
Fences and quarrels no need
And World is a one Yard!
*A humble dedication to 9/11 victims and their families! Almost ten years passed but still we carry the pain in our bleeding hearts?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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River Death
River was
Running...
With water...
Water are
Nice too
Play with sands...
Trees...
Mountain rocks...
Swmming fishes...
Some time jump
With dive and swime...
Sun was see
Face at river water
Mirror...?
moon was
Click the eye
About
The river....
Animals are swimming
Birds also drinking...
People also
Swmming too
Wash the cloths...
River was
Every day run
Simply not sad...
At rainey time...
At winter time...
Summer time
River not run
Stop to stop
Death the river...
Sky cry...
With rain
Run the river...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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